The Laureate-The News 83017

Each day as I digest the news,

I try rely on other’s views.

But each and all with bias fail...

for all they say mere déjà vu.

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The Laureate-Life's Game 82817

Life poses contests every day,

and oft you choose from shades of gray.

Never give up when options fail

'tis best each time all tints you weigh.

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The Laureate-The Octogenarian

My Pols

I ask that you but tell the truth...

so far I’ve borne all pain.

But when you lie of what’s awry,

I fear those dear may sip champagne.

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The Laureate-Chicago

Chicago is now a doddering town.

My city of birth...and what a letdown.

O’er the years its learned so little...

like years of yore gangs seek renown.

Murder, mayhem, and lawlessness

has left my birthplace in distress.

I suggest you now need find

any kin of Eliot Ness.

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The Laureate-Afghanistan

A nation filled with rival clans

who serve those with the highest pay.

Its exports are the poppy plant's 

drug that can cruel death purvey.

For seventeen years we've fought a war

and watched our heroes fight and die,

while their leaders gave our dough

to those on whom we can't rely.

Leave, then stop the flow of drugs

and never again befriend the thugs. 

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The Laureate-Protests

When biased clans demand to speak,

known that their words will venom shriek,

‘tis best, I say, you stay away...

let none be roused, except the clique...

unless, of course, you’d add your aye!

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The Laureate-Peaceful Demonstrations

A peaceful march, we must declare,

allows no weapons anywhere,

and those that march and those that view

give Freedom of Speech its proper due.

All those who violate the peace,

must pace a cell, if they don’t cease.

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The Laureate-Charlottesville

At one hundred and thirteen years,

the oldest Jew survived The War

where Nazis strove to spread same fears,

the devil’s minions strew once more.

Our soldiers died to set him free,

and on our sacred sod

more Nazis killed our progeny...

and Prez did little more than nod.

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The Laureate-The Tournament

To win at golf most pundits claim

the three flaws that perturb a game

are anger and angst and urge to impel

the ball with such force it may burst aflame.

{or simply said, you must temper tame.}

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The Laureate-I'll say it again

Global Warming

Trump’s told the heat comes not from us...

no need to make a costly fuss.

If this not true,

why spread such pooh...

and fie on fools that tell him thus?

Icebergs may thaw from aerosol,

though his pundits disagree.

They choose not blame Man for the flaw,

but Nature acting damnably.

It matters not what is at fault...

the crisis needs a resolution.

‘Tis time you realize we ought

to pursue a good solution.

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The Laureate-Throw Out The Trash

The land and sea by greedy fill

the utmost with their deadly trash.

They found the cost for them was nil

if for them Earth became their cache.

May God on high to them deny

a moments peaceful lullaby,

until those perps

and greedy twerps

clean up the world they made a sty.

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The Laureate-Greed

There is no worse a sin than Greed.

many men died to sate that need...

a need for power absolute

and wealth to craft transgressions moot.

For Man to survive this century,

as Nature releases Her fury

the greedy must quickly realize

their power’s moot...if our race dies.

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The Laureate-Congress 8217

Politicos leave me prostrate.

They say they’ll give a tax rebate,

then give it not to we who pay

but to some pork that’s but deadweight.

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